relume

It is the cause , it is the cause , my soul .
Let me not name it to you , you chaste stars .
It is the cause . Yet I’ll not shed her blood ,
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow ,
And smooth as monumental alabaster .
Yet she must die , else she’ll betray more men .
Put out the light , and then put out the light .
If I quench thee , thou flaming minister ,
I can again thy former light restore
Should I repent me . But once put out thy light ,
Thou cunning’st pattern of excelling nature ,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume . When I have plucked the
rose ,
I cannot give it vital growth again .
It needs must wither . I’ll smell it on the tree .
O balmy breath , that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword ! One
more , one more .
Be thus when thou art dead , and I will kill thee
And love thee after . One more , and this the last .

So sweet was ne’er so fatal . I must weep ,
But they are cruel tears . This sorrow’s heavenly :
It strikes where it doth love . She wakes .